Chu Qing raced across the rooftops of various buildings beneath the cover of night.
He landed with the utmost lightness, careful not to disturb those resting inside the buildings.
What filled his mind was his earlier battle with Cheng Sihai.
The entire process had been swift... yet far from simple.
The masterstroke had been that move—"seize the root of his breath, deny it release." Otherwise, once Cheng Sihai had broken the sword embedded in his body, this battle would likely have taken a few more twists and turns.
Still, even in a direct confrontation, he should have been able to defeat him.
Thinking it was easy enough, but once a real fight began, how many variables could truly be controlled? That was impossible to say.
"Should I find a worthy opponent someday and fight a direct battle?"
Assassination was what an assassin ought to do.
But fighting others head-on could give him a clearer understanding of his own martial arts.
Otherwise, if he continued striking in this manner, he might develop the illusion that no one could evade his assassin's sword.
Chu Qing knew full well that the martial world was vast, with masters emerging one after another.
Whether Cheng Sihai or Wu Ganqi, both had merely claimed a corner for themselves. They could not be used to measure the heroes of the realm.
Even if Chu Yunfei had perfected the Ruoxu Scripture, so what?
Hadn't the Xuhuai Sect been destroyed in the past, its disciples scattered in all directions?
One must always remain vigilant and never underestimate the people of the world.
His toes touched down lightly. Though Chu Qing should have returned home, he had instead arrived atop Zhou Yi's roof. With just one glance, he saw that the basin in the courtyard had already been filled with